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Toys In My Hand

Words I play with like toys on the floor… I wind them up as they scamper out the door… Others like clay I can mold in my hand… While a few scatter as so many grains of sand… Words become blocks I can build to the sky… Each has a feeling even if a bit shy… Still my pages from my mind will all be read… Through sounds or through visions it will be said…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 4/12/2013 11:19:00 AM
This is great. Embracing the adult on the outside, the inner child within. Excellent to read you again!
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Date: 4/4/2013 8:21:00 PM
I love this kind of metaphor, Michael. This one was a really fun one for me to read.
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Date: 4/4/2013 6:35:00 PM
Hi Michael, I'm showing off your poems to my daughter... xox~ Linda
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Date: 3/31/2013 8:23:00 PM
through sounds or through visions i t will be said.. Indeed, Michael :) this is beautiful imagery, you've been playing with your creativity and being busy, just like kids with their toys :)
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Date: 3/29/2013 6:17:00 PM
An innovative way of describing words and so inspiring...... that sounds and visions can become words is a great description of their power.
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Date: 3/29/2013 4:05:00 PM
lovely post..i love the way you described words as blocks ..almost a tower reaching the sky..The sky is your limit and sky is infinite..
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Date: 3/29/2013 3:14:00 PM
This would have been an excellent entry in your own contest. Thanks for hosting an intresting contest. I am honored you chose my poem. Thanks
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Date: 3/29/2013 2:57:00 PM
This is a masterpiece my friend, you have really written a grand write here! I truly loved reading this powerful poem this afternoon! What a piece that is written with so much character! Great Work!!
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